Ibraheem's POV:

The first thing I did after landing in Lahore was going to the place I hadn't stepped foot in over five years. Nostalgia hit me like a brick when I stood before the house I had far too many memories with. So the curtains weren't golden anymore, huh? The address plate didn't say the name of Misha's father anymore either. The man who received the door said that Misha's family had moved years ago. I told them, I was a family friend who had just returned from Canada to meet them. When I asked him where they were staying now, he shook his head saying he had no idea. The second thing I did was call her number.

'The number you are calling no longer exists.'

Misha, my little fox. You really think you can escape if you change your address? If you change your number or if you block me? I am just getting started. I called the second number I knew would help me.

"Ibraheem bhai! Kya haal hen? (Ibraheem brother! How are you?)" Salman's cheerful voice answered. Always so reliable. Of course, he would know where Misha is after all his future sister in law was Misha's best friend.

"Bilkul theek. Salman, aik kaam tou kar. (Perfectly fine. Salman, do something for me.)" I cut to the chase. If he wasn't going to find her for me, I had other ways too.

"Hukam karen sir. (Order away, sir.)" I could sense the amusement in Salman's voice.

"Misha ka ata pata tou nikalwa kar dena. (Find Misha's whereabouts for me.)" Kamran who was standing in front of me mouthed Zoya's name which made me roll my eyes before I decided to add that part as well. "Aur Zoya ka bhi. (And Zoya's too.)"

"Oh, pata lagwane ki zarorat hi nahi. Mujhe pehle hi sab pata hai kyunke woh Bhabhi ki dosten hen. Ap batao ap Lahore ho? Mil kar details bataoun? (Oh, I don't need to find that out. I already know know all that because they are sister in law's friends. Are you in Lahore? Shall we meet up so I can give you details?)" Salman offered and I accepted.

"Zaroor. (For sure.)"

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Misha's POV:

"Okay, so how am I supposed to draft the sketch for this?" I looked up at Usman as I handed him my sketchbook so he could guide me and give me tips. My GPA was drowning and I really needed an A in this course. Usman had aced this course so it was a good idea to ask him. Usman put down his Red bull as he looked over my sketchbook silently while I waited for him to make comments or something. It was kind of awkward with just the two of us sitting together, I usually sat together in a group but all of them had classes and I ditched class so I could complete this stupid project. That's what happens when your group mates are freeloaders.

"Okay so for starters, the instructor hates it when you don't add detailing like this. Add some labels and shade this area too." Usman started to explain and I nodded my head in understanding as I made mental notes of whatever he was saying.

But my mind kept drifting to the fact that it was just the two of us. Although, on a safer side, sitting in the courtyard was a good idea. The nosy people of my university tend to misunderstand if you sit in the university café together or something. Courtyard was the safest option I could think of plus I made sure to spread the books and notes on the bench so it looked like we were studying which we actually were. Lekin, jisne bakwas karni hoti hai aur rumours phelane hote hen, woh karleta hai khudi. (But then again, the ones who want to bullshit and spread rumors, do it anyway.)

Ugh, I don't care anymore. Rumors come and go. Who cares about what people think? I need that 'A' grade. Plus I know Usman's intentions are clear so it should be okay. We continued like that for an hour or so and then I was finally done. I decided to complete the sketch there and then because I had to complete another assignment that was due in two days.

"This is pretty good Misha. You are really talented." Usman complimented and I smiled at him.

"I learn from the best." I complimented back and he grinned in return. "Thank you for the help Usman. I was freaking out last night on how to complete this. You really were a huge help. I owe you one. I will help you with your next project or assignment."

"How about you just buy me food instead?" Usman suggested and I thought on it.

"Sounds good but I got my conditions-" I replied but Usman cut me off.

"I know, I know. I am not asking you to go out and eat with me. We both know how over protective your family is and your army of brothers will kill me if that happens." Usman replied quickly and I laughed out loud. He did have a point. Humayun was cool with me being friends with him but there was no way I was stepping out of the University premises with Usman.

"Not just you, I will get killed too." I joked but we both knew it was true. "Anyway, you can order something and I will pay for it, yeah?"

"Okay, now I just feel weird making you pay so just accompany me while I eat? Subhan bailed on me and I don't want to have lunch alone." Subhan was Usman's best friend who was doing Business Administration from a nearby university and usually came to our university to hang out with Usman. I was about to answer when I noticed someone standing a little distance, behind Usman. I squinted my eyes slightly to see if I was mistaking that person for Ibraheem but then when our eyes met, I knew it was him. I rose from the bench faster than lightening, making my sketchbook fall on the ground with a thud.

Ibraheem and Fahad were coming right at me. Yeh kahan se agaye? (Where in the world did they come from?) Ibraheem's eyes flickered from me to Usman's back and then back at me again and he looked pissed. Yikes. I couldn't decide if I should run, hide or face him. The first two options were going to be useless so I decided to stick to the third option. Usman got up and picked up my sketchbook for me.

"Misha? What happened? You okay?" Usman's voice was fading while the sound of Ibraheem's footsteps were resonating in my head. I gave Usman a weak smile as I turned to look at Ibraheem.

Lanat.

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Ibraheem's POV:

After Salman had told us where Zoya and Misha were studying, it didn't take me long to find her university. I paid the guards at the university a large sum of cash so they wouldn't ask questions and let us in. Works every time. We parked the Range Rover in the parking area provided for the students. I stepped out with Fahad emerging from the passenger seat. I tucked the revolver in the waistband of my pants and covered it with a coat. Fahad did the same thing. Kamran said he had an errand to run so he didn't join us. Both Fahad and I knew perfectly well what that errand was. He was going to the university where Zoya was studying law to find answers.

Misha's university was huge and all Salman had told us was that she was in the second year of Fashion Design. I could feel eyes on me, girls and guys were staring at me and Fahad with mixed emotions that I knew all too well but that didn't matter right now. I needed to know which building was the Fashion design department. Fahad stopped by a random girl that was looking at us.

"Hey, can you tell us in what direction the fashion design department is?" Fahad smirked at the girl who looked from me to Fahad again. She smiled at the two of us and nodded her head a little too eagerly.

"Um, yes, I can take you there if you want." She insisted and Fahad looked at me with glimmering eyes. This womanizer I swear, I rolled my eyes. I shook my head telling him, we couldn't carry baggage around with us. Fahad silently nodded before turning back to her.

"No, it's alright. You can just tell us." She looked disappointed but nodded before explaining the way to us. Fahad thanked her and we set out again.

I was crossing a courtyard of sorts to go towards the fashion department when my eyes landed on her. She was sitting on the bench a little distance from me. She seemed oblivious about my presence. She laughed at something the guy sitting beside her said. When was the last time I had seen her laugh like that? So wholesome. So beautiful. But who the hell was the guy sitting beside her? And how the hell was he sitting so close to her? Why was it only the two of them on that bench?

I started walking towards them with Fahad besides me. I continued to stare at Misha until she looked up from that guy and right at me. The smile on her face vanished as she quickly got up. The guy got up and picked up the sketchbook she had dropped and stood a little too close to her. She smiled at him before turning back towards me with a cold expression. The same one I had seen on Zohaib's engagement.

I stopped in front of her, my height clearly towering above hers. The guy with Misha turned around to face me and then side stepped so that he was standing right beside her. Somehow, the close proximity between them was ticking me off even more. I focused on the gap between their bodies before glaring at that guy and then turning my stare towards her.

"Let's talk, Misha. Privately." I looked right at her. "Oye, nikal idhar se. (Hey, get out of here.)" I raised my hand to shoo the guy away.

"No. Usman isn't going anywhere. You need to leave instead." Misha stepped forward, daring me with her eyes.

"Who the hell is he?" I glared at Misha. Was she defending him?

"Woh jo bhi hai tumhe kya lagay? (Whoever he is, what is it to you?)" Misha replied bitterly.

"Mujhe batati ho ke nahi? (Are you going to tell me or not?)" I could feel the blood rushing to my head. A vein in my head started to throb. Misha was standing beside a guy that wasn't me. 

"Nahi. Kya karlogay? (No. What are you going to do about it?)" Her words were flaring my temper even more.

"Oh, ap ho kon? Kyun akar Misha ko tang kar rahay ho? (Dude, who are you? And why are you bothering Misha?)" Usama or whatever his name was stood in front of Misha as if to protect her as he looked at me menacingly.

"Usman, don't interfere in this." I heard Misha tell him as her hand moved to grab his arm. Okay, that was it.

"Abhi batata hun tujhe. (Let me tell you who I am.)"

Author's Note:

Hey and Asalam o Alaikum lovelies!

Also, please pray for me y'all, I had to get a root canal done. It's still in the process. I am on medication now until the next session so yeah. That shiz kinda hurts innit.

Secondly, what do you think is going to happen next? You all wanted a crazy Ibraheem, you all are going to get one.

Peace out. \\//